Page 8 of Falling in Love with Two

Confused, Adam asks, “So, what the hell are you still doing over here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you still sitting here with us instead of over there talking to her?”

I reply, “We came out for your birthday.”

Not to mention the fact that I’m trying to cool my jets on the whole random hookup thing.

I have to admit, though, that the longer I stare at Leah, the more my resolve fades.

Adam pulls me back to the conversation. “Dude, none of us here are going to touch your dick tonight.”

Jame interrupts, “Speak for yourself.” Realizing what he said, he adds, “Sorry. Sounded funnier in my head.”

Adam turns back to me. “But seriously. Go talk to her. I’m about ready to bounce anyway and hit a strip club.”

Definitely don’t want to do that.

I stand up, and much to my surprise, Jamie stands to join me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“You’re going to need a wingman.”

“What makes you think that?”

He points to the women’s table. “She has a friend. Two girls for two guys. Do the math.”

I sigh, not wanting to admit that he’s right. “Fine. But you better be cool.”

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Plans Change

Leah

“Here you go,” I say to Amy as I set our drinks down on the table.

“Okay, spill it. Who is the hottie you were talking to?”

“Oh, uh, he said his name was Dylan.”

“Did he ask for your number?” She asks while taking a sip of her fruity drink.

“No. We didn’t get that far. I spilled some drinks on him, and then, we just exchanged some pleasantries.”

“Do you think he’s cute?”

“Well, duh. Tall? Muscular? Dark hair? Of course. But in a very golden retriever kind of way. If you like him, go get him,” I encourage.

“Nah, you know I like them blonde…and younger than me.”

We both laugh, but Amy stops a little too suddenly. All evening, she’s been off. Usually, the two of us go out, and it’s almost a contest to see who can get the craziest. We are all fun and no drama. But tonight, she seems like she’s hiding something.

Every laugh abruptly stops. Every smile fades too suddenly. And her eyes seem to avoid mine as much as possible.

“Alright, Amy. What’s going on?”

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